YUKIHITO
It was a windy Friday afternoon.
The sky shifted in warm colors as the sun was going to make way for the moon.
Yukihito pushed some of his red hair back as he was trailing behind Akira. He had finally persuaded his friend and co-worker to let him in to his home. Reluctantly he had agreed. So Yukihito had driven them there, making sure to remember the way. They had exited the car and were now moving up a staircase.
He was going to take this chance to seduce Akira.
He had long wanted to hold the shorter man, pull him close, make him gasp, feel his skin and just breathe in his scent.
"We're here" a voice called him back to reality. Akira opened his door and entered; taking his shoes off in the small pre-hallway and was now making his way further in to the apartment.
Yukihito took off his own shoes and followed Akira.
"Kitchen" Akira said, pointing to their right "Living room" he continued when then entered another room next to the kitchen
"Bathroom" he said pointing to their left in the living room.
"Where do you sleep?" Yukihito just had to ask, perhaps he'd get to carry the smaller man in 'the princess hold' later on and it might be good to know where to go.
Akira pointed to a closed door directly opposite to the bathroom "Bedroom" he stated.
"Oh"
"Drink?"
"Sure, what do you have?"
"Beer and water"
"So beer then"
"Sure"
Akira walked off to the kitchen and Yukihito took the chance to look around. A two-seat sofa, a table, a small TV and a desk. Nothing more, nothing less. Uncomplicated, just like Akira himself.
He turned around searching for something on the walls but he found none.
Green walls and one side of the room had wallpaper that looked like a jungle or a green house.
He had noticed that the hallway was all white and the kitchen was black and grey.
I wonder what the bedroom looks like, he thought to himself. Instead of just quenching his curiosity of opening the bedroom door and look, he walked into the kitchen where Akira was finished pouring the beer.
"Oh, you can see the parking lot from this window" he stared out the window taking in the building complex. Basically it was like a long outdoor hallway with four flats on each floor and this was the second floor, he noticed the rather wobbly stairs they'd gone up on.
"Yeah"
Akira carried the glasses into the living room and sat them down on the table. They both sat down on the couch and Akira lifted the beer to his mouth.
"You look tired, Akira" Yukihito said.
"Yeah, hard work today."
"Want me… to… massage you?" Blunt, unsmooth move.
Akira stared at Yukihito's light brown eyes.
"Uh, no, I'll just take a quick shower. You just wait here."
"Oh, well, I'll finish the beer meanwhile"
"Uh, okay?"
Akira quickly got up and went in to the bathroom and shut the door. Soon Yukihito could hear the water pouring and he imagined himself in the same shower with the man he's been seeing in his dreams lately, caressing his body, kissing his neck, grabbing his –
*THUNK*
A loud bang interrupted his wild dreaming, he waited but didn't hear it again, but he was suspicious nonetheless.
*THUNK*'
There it was again. At Akira's front door. He stood up.
"Akira" he said after he knocked lightly on the bathroom door "I think someone's at the door"
The water could still be heard, but the noise went muffled like Akira had pressed the shower handle towards his body "I'm not expecting anybody, but it could just be a neighbor." The silver haired man said.
"I'll just open the door then and see what they want."
"Be careful, there are many junkies living here, I'll be right out"
"Sure"
Yukihito carefully made his way to the door and opened it slowly; suddenly the door was yanked open by a gloved hand.
Yukihito gasped and took a few steps back but quickly regained himself and went into battle mode with his fists up.
The person, with gloved hands and a long leather coat, closed the door behind him and simply stared at the redhead.
"Who are you?" a deep voice demanded to know. Red eyes, glaring into his light brown ones.
"None of your business" Yukihito answered.
"This is Akira's apartment" the black haired man slowly unsheathed the katana he'd been holding in his left hand.
"Who are you then?" Yukihito asked.
The tall man chuckled darkly, his red eyes glistening.
"Yuki, who was it? Was it a neighb-" Akira stopped, dead in his tracks, when he noticed the visitor.
"Akira" the tall man sheathed his katana and strode past Yukihito towards the smaller male.
Yukihito was surprised and was going to charge at the unknown man when Akira's voice stopped him.
"Shiki" the silver haired man whispered.
[Shiki? THE Shiki? Il Re? The King himself] Yukihito's thoughts flew all over the place.
He watched Shiki carefully, fully aware who Shiki was and what kind of person he was before the Igura was disbanded. Touya, his team leader, had briefed him about Shiki.
But Shiki and Akira simply stared at each other, paying him no mind.
"Akira?" he must save Akira, save him from this horrible man, save him before Akira dies a horrible death.
"Yuki, we'll see each other on Monday, so you should get going" Akira's eyes didn't leave those red orbs.
"But…"
This time both of them turned their heads towards him.
"I'll see you on Monday" Akira said in a demanding voice.
Against his will Yukihito put on his shoes and just as he was going to open the door, he turned around one last time, only to see them staring each other down, "I'll see you on Monday then" he said earing both their glances again.
"Yeah" Akira answered as Yukihito opened the door.
The redhead glared at Shiki who in return smirked.
The door closed.
Yukihito was now standing outside in the cold, but clear, air. Walking away from Akira's door he remembered that he could see the couch and some parts of the living room and hallway from that very kitchen window.
He quickly decided that he would peek inside, just to see if Akira was safe.
He just as quickly regretted his decision.
He saw them standing close, Akira's face slightly turned up towards Shiki's face. The taller man closed the distance between them and kissed Akira hungrily.
When they finally broke their kiss, Yukihito could see Akira's slight blush when he stared down at the floor.
He glanced at Shiki and his heart nearly stopped.
Shiki was staring into his eyes with a deadly smirk on his face. As if he knew Yukihito was going to peep through the window there and was satisfied with monopolizing Akira in front of the redhead.
A dangerous man, indeed.
Thankfully he knew that Akira could take care of himself and he decided to stay in the car for an hour to see if Akira needed any help later on. He sure as hell wasn't going to look through the window anymore.
He walked down the stairs and the wind caressed his hair, sticking it in every direction.
He sat in his car and wondered why Shiki was there in the first place. But thinking about it got him nowhere.
An hour, and even two went by, nothing happened so he simply left, hoping he'd see Akira on Monday.
